"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

She is shadowed by her failures; as a daughter, a sibling, an heir to a throne. Make that two thrones.

The girl of shadows had never been the first choice among her siblings in the running for the heir of Paracon, she knew this, she always had. Every parent had their favored child, the one they saw greatness in and it was bullshit if they ever told anything different. Stella was never viewed for her potential, no one cared to try and work their way past her rough exterior to extract such a thing, they despised her to the very core ever since she began speaking out. Now.. look at where she has gotten herself. Her broken mind has been consumed by the shadows she once called her friends, those passing creatures in the darkness that she had seen along the banks of Judila, they had besieged her in her fragile state. She was no longer weak minded, no longer the undeserving outcast who fled to the darkest corners of Moladion. No. She was a wrath bringing goddess of death and persecution - her knives would not be lain for anyone. Except for one. Yes, just one.

The one who called her his own, who knew her, who accepted her. Even her own mother could not do such a thing.

Abraxus.

The she-devil seeks him out now, her deceiving blue and gold eyes glinting with malice in the light. Her bodice is that of perfection - a death machine - her packed muscle giving little room for a seductive figure. Yet she was admirable all the same. A danger so beautiful that she could not be ignored. She did not understand that this is how she is viewed; she does not care to attract the eyes of another and does nothing for such an achievement. She is out for only one thing. Blood.

His presence could not be missed - his face was nearly burned into the back of her skull as she watched him from afar. Her father. He stalks this land with portentous reason, his hollow stare excitable to those of like-minds. They are the eyes of the eternally damned, always searching for destruction and depravity, this was why she came to him. "Father." She speaks only his calling as she approaches from the south, her gold littered form extending from the darkness so that her masked face is given to the light.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska